Page 9 of Monsters After Dark

Every muscle in my core locked down hard, and I came. Howling his name, I ripped bloody streaks down my inhuman lover’s broad back, clawing him in mindless fervor as my pussy milked him in fluttering spasms, driving those brutal ridges deeper with every contraction. It hurt—it hurt, and it felt so good, and there was nothing I could do but cling to him as my body rode an unending torrent of orgasms.

I don’t know how long it took before the tether keeping me tied to consciousness frayed down to a single thread, but as red dots danced before my eyes and my vision tunneled, sanity returned long enough for me to realize that if he continued much longer, I would pass out or die from sheer exhaustion.

“Stop… Stop,” I managed to gasp, my hoarse voice breaking with the effort. I couldn’t even lift my hands to push at his stomach, I was that far gone.

Thankfully, Kurt did stop. With a groan, as if doing so was physically painful, he paused his merciless pounding, buried all the way inside of me.

I cracked my eyes open, a faint smile of gratitude touching my lips. I was grateful he hadn’t killed me with too much sex. Some faraway part of my foggy mind did realize how fucked up that was, but I was too high on the pleasure he’d drowned me in to care.

He was staring down at me, his wide chest expanding with every harsh breath, and those deep, dark eyes… they were so full of still-flaming need, and my poor pussy contracted weakly on his girth. But there was something else in them too. Horror, or… awe?

Before I could even begin to comprehend the motivation behind such emotion, Kurt fell down on top of me and buried his face in the crook of my neck.

“What are you doing to me, woman?” he rasped against my skin, the heat of his breath raising the small hairs there. But he didn’t sound angry this time—only bewildered.

“What am I doing to you?” I said. “I thought you were going to kill me. With your dick!”

His only response was a deep rumble against my ear that made my toes curl, and I wrapped my arms around his wide torso without thinking.

Kurt nuzzled my neck, brushing kisses over the tendon there before he lifted his head and pressed his warm lips to mine.

I hummed mindlessly and opened my mouth for him, my mind fogging over again as I relaxed underneath the demon. I felt so safe—so protected in his arms. It was completely illogical, of course; as beautiful as he was in his human form, I hadn’t forgotten the horrors of his true nature. But right then, it didn’t matter. Nothing but his tongue lazily flicking against mine mattered as my body slowly came down from my orgasm.

Only when he slowly began to rock against me again did my mind snap back from the pleasurable fog.

“No—no more,” I pleaded, grimacing as he slowly dragged his ridges over my depleted G-spot. Sensation zinged through my pelvis, but my nerves were too raw for it to be enjoyable this time. “I can’t—”

Kurt’s only response was to reach a hand between us and rub his index finger over my still-swollen clit.

I mewled in protest and reached down to push him away, but I might as well have tried to shove a mountain. He was so strong, and there was nothing I could do to deter him. He kept stimulating my too-sensitive nub as I clung to his wrist, babbling pleas for him to stop. He only swallowed them with heated kisses until my reluctant body started climbing once more, and my objections slowly turned to hesitant moans.

“There we go, darling,” he breathed against me. “One more. I want to feel you come on me as I spill my seed in that pretty little pussy of yours. Give me just one more.”

“One more… and you’ll stop?” It was meant as a plea, but my voice was husky from mounting pleasure, and when he pressed his thumb firmer on my clit, I dug my nails into his skin with a needy groan.

Instead of answering, Kurt gave me a hard thrust, forcing his cock all the way to my cervix, and I promptly lost any and all ability to negotiate.

Where moments ago his pace had been gentle, he was now anything but. Growling like a beast, he lifted himself over me again, slung my right leg over his shoulder, and fucked me with every ounce of strength in his preternatural body.

I think it hurt, but I wasn’t conscious enough to feel it. Throughout the brutal ravaging, Kurt kept rubbing my clit, and I came before I could do anything but gasp his name.

And again.

And again.

My pussy fluttered on his pounding cock, and I lost myself until I was nothing but raw flesh and firing nerves. My world was darkness and ecstasy, and I surrendered to it wholly.

Only then—as if he had been waiting for my final submission—did the demon take his climax.

His hands slipped from my pussy and thigh to my hips, his pace stuttering as he dragged me onto his cock hard and rough once, twice, three times—and then, finally, stilled.

I had expected a roar, or a snarl, but when he released his essence into me, it was with a moan so soft it almost sounded human.

I looked up at him through the blurry haze clouding my vision, shivering at the look of complete reverence on his beautiful face. His eyes were clenched shut, his lips parted around his moans and his head tossed back as his cock pulsed inside of me, his semen coaxed deep by my pussy’s rhythmic contractions. It flooded me with warmth, like a soothing balm easing my raw nerves down from the edge of madness until my muscles relaxed and numbness filled my body and mind.

Kurt collapsed on top of me with a groan, pressing his face into the curve of my neck again. But where his skilled lips had tempted and teased before, now he simply breathed with me.

We lay in silence while my brain slowly came back from orbit. Slowly, so slowly, I became aware of the hot weight pressing me into the mattress. His softening presence inside of me faded to a sore throbbing, and the note of sulfur in his musk filled my nostrils as I once again recalled his true features behind that smooth, pale skin.

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